What happens to a lost generation?
Do their dreams and plans wither
Just like flowers in an unattended garden and a sun taking its final breath?
Or do the connections between humans run bitter-
Where only the sweetness of timeless Polaroid memories of normalcy is left.
Does the smell of hope with a tinge of unforeseen grey still linger in the air?
Or do words of uncertainty repeat themselves,
Like the crisp sound of waves crashing at the seaside of an imperishable beach?
Maybe the faint, far-away wishes of youth and life still to experience
Will drag behind for years to come
Or does this all have an end?
